Small World? Or is God Just Running Out of Faces (and Same Faces/Same Glasses Combinations)?

I'm sitting in a Nashville Panera staring at this guy who look strikingly similar to "Mr. Lemonade No Ice British Lisp" from Denny's. If, from here, I didn't see ice in his glass, I wouldn't know any better.

Being completely sure of something for once is so completely wonderful.

"There's so much love I want to cry."

Idealism.

"I would like to find a school that teaches only philosophy and history, and is run out of a house in the mountains that you can only get to by hiking miles through thick forests."

-Nathan Ponzar

Despite it all, I'm mostly happy.

I'm floating again. Too far from this. Too far from that. Waiting only on time itself.

This is my public vow to not worry so much. To constantly pursue what could be better for the future, but never at the expense of that which is already wonderful right now.

Over-caffeinated, tranced, and sitting only at fifty-one percent. [but it's better than forty-nine]

My favorite spot [here] is the place where the grandiosity of the city and the lake meet on a quiet edge of a dock.

And I like Nashville now. I like living by the highest point of the city. I like being able to have the word "engineering" in my major and being a red songwriter in a class filled with green songwriters. I like bike paths and the twenty-four hour coffeeshop with all the eccentric people. I like sitting around the smoke pit on a thursday night and sharing a road with Ben Folds. I like the wizard man from circle k and living in thinner air. I like it. Just like I knew I would, despite all the times I said I wouldn't.

Peace, relatively.

Life as a Continuous, Radical Stream of Events

"Throughout history, attempts have been made to contain those experiences which happen at the end of the limit where the mind is vulnerable... Those moments, those what you might call liminal, limit, frontier, edge zone experiences are actually now becoming the norm... And when we are obviously entered into that mode, you can see a radical subjectivity, radical attunement to individuality, uniqueness to that which the mind is, opens itself to a vast objectivity... The moment is not just a passing empty nothing, yet - and this is the way in which these secret passages happen - yes, it's empty with such fullness that the great moment, the great life of the universe, is pulsating in it. And each one, each object, each place, each act leaves a mark. And that story is singular. But, in fact, it's story after story."

-The calm black man who makes sense to me, Waking Life

Thus Begins the Apocalypse.

I can't believe I did it.

Haven't you heard? October is the new January.

And This is Only the Beginning

I can't get over those mountains.
The ones that stand between where I am and where I'm going.
Suspended on [a different] sidewalk.
With the same friend.
Straddling the border between where I must be and where I want to be.
Where the air is thin
And you can't help but
Laugh at everything.

The things that matter
To me.
Not to them.

To make a decision, you don't have to be completely sure.
.:EDIT:.Just more sure than the alternative.:Edit:.
Or nothing would get done.
Sometimes, all you can do is
Close your eyes and leap.

Well baby, this is it.
I'm jumping over the mountains.